It's twelve o clock on a Saturday
The lunchtime Chunks waddle in
There's one man taking up two booths
He gets in line and speaks to the McMan,

He says, "Shrimp could you serve me the usual
I always eat here and it shows
It's grease, fat, and more and I even ate it before
I had to wear maternity clothes"

Mmmm,mm-mm,mmm-mmm mmmmmmmm
Mmm,mmm....mmmm-mmmmmm mmm...
Mmm mmm

Flip me some food you're the Burger Man
Flip me some food tonight
I'm always in the mood for a Bigger Mac
But man it sure makes my clothes tight

Now Bob at the drive-thru's a friend of mine
He'll get my tenth burger for free
And he' serves me the fries that will be my demise
I just wish he wouldn't give morals to me

He says, "Bubba you know you're killing yourself"
And each of those chins on your face
"Well, you could in life go very far
If you wouldn't always eat at this place"

Mmmm,mm-mm,mmm-mmm mmmmmmmm
Mmm,mmm....mmmm-mmmmmm mmm...
Mmm mmm

Now Paul is a devoted nutritionist
Who never has time for some fries
And he goes straight for the salads, while singing sad ballads
For the ones ordering six Cherry Pies

And the McOwner can ride in a limo now
As the health food brands slowly go poor
Yes in America it's all about processed cow
Yup, they're killing them more, more and more

Mmmm,mm-mm,mmm-mmm mmmmmmmm
Mmm,mmm....mmmm-mmmmmm mmm...
Mmm mmm

Flip me some food you're the Burger Man
Flip me some food tonight
I'm always in the mood for a Bigger Mac
But man it sure makes my clothes tight

It's a the same chubby crowd day after day
As Ron McDonald's ship sets sail
'Cause he knows that he can easily move to Japan
As long as he keeps feeding these whales

And the cash register sounds every three seconds
And the bathrooms smell like a John Deere
And they sit in their hut and enlarge their gut
And say "Hey, you got a ketchup smear."

Mmmm,mm-mm,mmm-mmm mmmmmmmm
Mmm,mmm....mmmm-mmmmmm mmm...
Mmm mmm

Flip me some food you're the Burger Man
Flip me some food tonight
I'm always in the mood for a Bigger Mac
But man it sure makes my clothes tight